Reasons I Write To This Blog

1. To be famous. (AH-Hahahahahahaa….)
2. To start discussions
3. Because nobody else will publish my crap
4. I took a dare
5. I lost a bet
6. I were drunk when I started
7. I like to scream into canyons and hear the echo
8. Web statistics fascinate me
9. I momentarily confused “creating a blog theme” and “blogging”
10. It looked so easy, when I saw other people doing it
11. I were bored
12. Everybody is/was doing it
13. I’m too important for facebook/myspace…
14. …and Godaddy had a sale on Lithuanian domain names
15. I want to fight the power
16. I want to be the man
17. Nobody knows music/photography/movies/LOST/whatever better than me
18. My Kirk-Apollo-Chewbacca “slash” story was kicked off the fan site for being non-canonical
19. My Troi-Starbuck-Leia “slash” story was kicked off the fan site for forbidden, non-canonical usage of a lightsaber
20. I didn’t think there were enough blogs that included:
    • recipies
    • dating mishaps
    • half-baked intellectual discussion (my forte!)
    • political “analysis”
    • sports “analysis”
    • restaurant “reviews”
    • lists of 25-, 50-, 1000-things you never knew about me
    • photos of me at parties, restaurants, in the woods, at the beach, in front of monuments, on top of skyscrapers, with my cat, pointing at things a’la Lynndie England, holding up an empty or posing on the hood of my car
    • stories about gross doctor encounters, the hangover the next day, those annoying drivers, hillarious new words I invented (beveraging!), about my sucky day, about my great workout, about my awesome new job, about a horrible co-worker, about my great kids, about my theories on how the world works
    • a bazillion little ads, roll-over pop-up ads, encouragement to go buy something (ads), and…ads.

…and should you care, I’m sick today. You should see the green stuff coming out of me. And the drugs! They make me sicker than I was before I took them! Have you ever heard your guts rumble and churn because you’re taking drugs for congestion? And that doctor? Man, were his hands COLD! Could that needle have been any bigger? And why did he have to do that thing that required him to wear gloves? I’m thinking he’s maybe not a real doctor.

Although, seriously, I’m ill. Like you care.

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